Another year has come. Another birthday and we get older, the kids get older too, yet we are still apart. I feel you in my wake. I feel you in my sleep, yet we are still apart. I think of all things I like to say to you. If you give me a minute of your time and I can truly say I am sorry. We have only this life to live and I feel my time has run, yet here we are still apart. I will miss you until my dying day and yes, it sounds quite dramatic. I love you and I am truly sorry.
Her mourning coffee 